Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Chapter 114: Sore Bodies

Lalisha clung to Byron, her arms around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, bouncing up and down as his dick ravaged her pussy.

Her moans were a yes yes yes just like that this is so good I didn’t know it could feel like this thanks for this ah yes yes yes please oh fuck it hurts so good oh fuck yes oh fuck yes oh fuck yes yes.

It was a combination of what she had heard from Lucille, Ayota and the other dryads.

Byron’s grunts were also something a bit similar to her moans. It was oh fuck you’re so tight so wet so fucking amazing I’m gonna fuck your brains out oh fuck yes bounce on my cock just like that oh fuck your pussy is so fucking delicious.

If Byron and Lalisha were lead singers, the other dryads were doing a good job at backing them. Every now and then one would orgasm and scream like a wounded beast, then orgasm again because, of course, Byron didn’t pull out his tentacle or retract any of his tendrils on account that they had orgasmed. If anything, he increased the intensity, tickling their hypersensitive clits, nipples, pussies and asses.

Some were literally crying real tears, begging him to stop.

He didn’t want to have none of that. Unless Lalisha came, and he came with her or right after her, he was going to continue his tentacle-tendril assaults on the dryads.

"Oh oh oh god, it’s so ticklish. Please stop! Please sto~ ah! Daddy I’m dying. I’m gonna die. I’m-I’m gonna die. Oh oh, it’s happening ag-ag-agaiiin. Hoo! Hoo!"

This went on for what felt like seconds for Byron when in fact it was over twenty minutes. It was so good that he didn’t want it to stop.

His hands were on Lalisha’s buttocks to support her as she bounced up and down his dick.

All of a sudden, she went still, then a shudder went through her. Her ass shook violently in Byron’s hands. Hot squirt rained down on his dick, down his thighs, so hot that he immediately nutted.

They almost fell.

Byron was shaking as violently as Lalisha. Startled, she clung to him even tighter as he slowly kneeled to the ground, falling sideways to lay wrapped around each other.

He retracted all his tentacles and tendrils all at once, so sudden that all the dryads screamed with both relief and loss.

In no time, they were all lying beside him, all around him and Lalisha and Lucille.

But this was the easy part.

Byron knew they would panic like they had done before. He warned them.

"I’m going to scream, and shake violently. Don’t panic!"

Of course this did nothing to ease their worries. If anything, it amplified them. They didn’t know he was supposed to feel every orgasm they had experienced while connected to his tentacles and tendrils.

The sensations came crashing like a tsunami, intense, dense, almost like excruciating pain. He screamed, writhed and wiggled like someone breathing his last. They were all hovering over him in no time, concerned for his well being, and, of course, for all the fucking fun they would lose if he died.

Byron felt like he was in heaven, and at the same time like he was in hell, like he was floating over the clouds, and at the same time like he was drowning, sinking to the bottom of an ocean.

After what felt like eternity, in reality it was just a few seconds, he went still, euphoric.

The faces of the dryads fussing over him were blurred, their voices unintelligible.

He fell asleep.

Lalisha volunteered to return into her tree form and provide a shade for him.

The other dryads did the same. They brought their trees around Byron, making a square, their branches intertwined above to cover the sun. Then they got out and lay beside him and snuggled against each other except one.

Ayota.

She remained in her tree and crossed the lake, entered the forest and headed for the closest Amazonian city.

Her mission was to go and bring an Amazon for question. When Byron finally woke up, he was a bit angry with Lucille for sending Ayota.

"I didn’t know there was a change of plan," she defended herself.

Byron decided to let the matter rest. He had not told any of them his plan, so why was he being an asshole?

He cupped Lucille’s cheeks. She was on the verge of crying. "Sorry!" They kissed and kissed and almost tumbled to the ground to fuck, but Byron restrained himself.

"I’m hungry! And I feel dirty all over."

Some meat was still near or over the fire, some parts burnt, others even more crispy and tender. Lucille and the dryads found him the best meat, each one serving him the best part until he was beyond full.

They followed him to the hot springs and jumped into the steaming waters. They played, fighting playfully, splashing hot water on each other and massaging each other’s sore bodies.

As expected, they all wanted to be the ones to bathe and massage Byron but it ended up being only Lucille who was allowed to touch him.

"Were you serious about leaving today?" she asked, massaging his back.

"Yeah! In fact, we are going to leave right after we finish bathing."

"Why the rush though? Shouldn’t we wait for Ayota to come back with an Amazonian for questioning like we had agreed?"

Unlike before, now Lucille was not demanding, or trying to command him. She was sort of advising him, trying to voice what she wanted but in a way that wouldn’t offend Byron.

He chuckled to himself. She had realized that if Byron decided to leave, her dryads would leave with him. She had no power over them anymore. They would follow his dick. She would, too.

"Trust me," he said, turning to look at her. "If I could stay, I would. But there’s something urgent I need to do. My survival depends on it."

She looked concerned. "What’s wrong?"

Byron shook his head. "No. It’s not physical. Your remedies and sacrifices these past moons ensured that I’m healthy in that regard. It’s something else entirely. Something related to my powers."

Lucille fell silent, melancholic.

"Don’t be sad," Byron said to her, pulling her down into an embrace. "I’m not abandoning you. You will come with me. We will continue to have fun. Nothing will change."

Her eyes glistened with tears. "You promise?"

"I promise!"

She burst out crying. "But I lied to you. We lied to you. We’re not good people."